From publisher blurb:
Nameless things slither against your legs as you wade through the foetid waters of Languard’s sewers. The nauseating stench is thick enough to cut with a blade, causing your eyes to water and your stomach to heave. Even your torch-flame seems affected, flaring and sputtering wildly like a wet candle. There’s no turning back, however. The chittering, squeaking echoes drawing near herald the arrival of a writhing tide of vermin. Behind you, a thousand eyes full of amber malice glow like angry cinders in the dark. Holding aloft your flickering torch, you continue pushing against the sludge’s current in a desperate attempt to stay ahead of the ravening horde. Having reached a crumbling walkway, you hoist yourself up just before the wriggling tide of rats reaches you. A dark doorway looms ahead, and you swiftly duck inside, slamming the door shut behind you. It won’t hold them back forever; you’ve seen them gnaw through stronger doors before, but at least you’ve bought yourself some time. Your relief soon turns to horror as your torch suddenly flares up for the final time. “Sewer gas”. It’s all you can think before the deafening roar erupts inside the room, singing your lungs with blistering hot air...